Am I a Poet?

This is a poem commemoration the #200th poem I wrote.

 # 200

 

Just about twenty years ago I was sitting,

At my desk with thoughts all askew,

Thinking about words and their meaning,

And wishing I could write something new,

 

I had written my first poem at about twelve,

“I was a Loser” was the title I used,

Being from a dysfunctional family,

Feeling neglected, ignored and abused,

 

At seventeen I joined the Army,

Trying to grow up on my own,

Not knowing what I was in for,

But learned fast about being alone,

 

Yet being alone gave me time to think,

And there I started writing again,

I had no training, heck I failed English class,

So, it was mostly dribble on paper with pen,

 

Then over the years I occasionally wrote,

When a thought would skip through my mind,

I called them songs or poetry,

But mostly they were a way to unwind,

 

So, there I sat at my desk thinking,

About something I’d heard in the news,

The verses came, and I started to write,

Making rhymes from the words I would choose,

 

I wrote a poem about Arches,

And how a majestic image had fallen

The sands of time had run out for it,

As Mother Nature's forces come calling,

 

I posted it on a poetry site,

The first time that I had dared,

Everyone seemed to like what I wrote,

It was the first poem I’d ever shared,

 

Now here I sit thinking about,

All the poems I have written since then,

This is the two hundredth one from me,

Yet I can still remember, way back when,

 

When I was but a child,

And my mother taught me a poem,

It was about a snowman, and,

How he just wanted a nice warm home,

 

I guess that’s all we really want,

To be accepted for whom we are,

And though, I am nothing special,

My poetry makes me feel like a star.

 

So, thank you my dearest friends,

For reading my thoughts and dreams,

And for showing me such kindness,

Your comments are such wonderful things.